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Don't worry, I checked the ingredients before I tasted it. "Smoker's lung" was not on there. Before I even got the whole centerville can open, I detected a vague aroma of sweet corn, along with what I can only centerville describe as a deep musky funk. Put 'em centerville together and it smells like corn that forgot to wipe. In just a single serving, you'll experience a wide array of textures. Without getting too gross, it's because the disease is more advanced in some kernels than others. One bite might be kinda chewy, while the next might burst in your mouth like a black pus-filled blister. (Whoops, forgot about the not-too-gross thing. Oh well. Nuts to you!) So, how does Huitlacoche taste? Does it matter?? LOOK AT IT! I guess it would be fair to say it doesn't taste as truly horrible as it looks. The flavor is elusive and difficult to describe, but I'll try: "Kinda yucky." Hey, that wasn't so hard after all.
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